Mother's Day 2002

MOTHER’S DAY 2002

Prov. 31:10-31

INTRO.- ILL.- A drill sergeant was frustrated in his efforts to make a soldier out of a certain recruit. The trainee lagged behind on marches, used any excuse to go on sick call, grumbled constantly about the food, and never made his cot properly.

But one day, a noticeable change took place in the young man’s attitude. When asked to what he attributed the soldier’s change in attitude, the drill sergeant explained, "Threats and punishment didn’t work, so I had to resort to the ultimate weapon: I called his mother!"

We’re not here today to preach, but to praise! We’re here today to honor our mothers. Paul said in Romans 13:6 "to give honor to whom honor is due."

Honor is certainly due to most mothers. And most of this honor may well be overdue! Or past due!

ILL.- Many of you may be familiar with the Calvin and Hobbes comic strip. On one Mother’s Day, Calvin is pictured standing by his mother’s bed. "Hey, Mom! Wake up. I made you a Mother’s Day card." "My, how sweet of you." she says. "I did it all by myself. Go ahead and read it."

She begins to read: "I was going to buy a card with hearts of pink and red. But then I thought I’d rather spend the money on me instead. It’s awfully hard to buy things when one’s allowance is so small. So I guess you’re pretty lucky I got you anything at all. Happy Mother’s Day. There, I’ve said it. Now I’m done. So how about getting out of bed and fixing breakfast for your son." Signed, "Calvin." Brothers and sisters, I would not suggest honoring any mother in that way!

ILL.- Did you hear about the three sons who left home, went out on their own and prospered? Getting back together, they discussed the gifts they were able to give their elderly mother.

The first said, "I built a big house for our mother." The second said, "I sent her a Mercedes with a driver." The third smiled and said, "I’ve got you both beat. You remember how mom enjoyed reading the Bible? And you know she can’t see very well. I sent her a remarkable parrot that recites the entire Bible. It took elders in the church 12 years to teach him. He’s one of a kind. Mama just has to name the chapter and verse, and parrot recites it."

Soon thereafter, mom sent out her letters of thanks: "Milton", she wrote, "The house you built is so huge. I live in only one room, but I have to clean the whole house." "Gerald", she wrote to another, "I am too old to travel. I stay most of the time at home, so I rarely use the Mercedes. And the driver is so rude!" "Dearest Donald", she wrote to her third son, "You have the good sense to know what your mother likes. The chicken was delicious!"

A lovely chicken dinner on Mother’s Day might be nice, but not a parrot dinner.

ILL.- Eight-year-old Mary wrote her mother a note for Mother’s Day. "Dear Mother, here is the box of candy I bought you for Mother’s Day. IT IS VERY GOOD CANDY. I KNOW, BECAUSE I ALREADY AT 3 PIECES."

ILL.- A school teacher gave her class of second-graders a lesson on the magnet and what it does. The next day the teacher asked her students this question: "My name has six letters. The first one is ‘m.’ I pick up things. What am I?"

When the test papers were turned in, the teacher was surprised to find that almost 50% of the students answered the question with the word "mother."

YES, MOTHERS DO PICK UP THINGS. Yes, they do pick up after their children and often, after their husbands. But mothers are more than just "magnets," picking up after everyone in the house. They are many things.

PROP.- From Proverbs 31 I want to mention some things that mothers are or mothers do in order to honor them today.

1- Her hands work

2- Her mouth speaks

3- Her heart loves

I. HER HANDS WORK

ILL.- There is a cartoon that shows a mother in her home. Her hair is in disarray, kids are everywhere, and the house is an absolute shambles. Then her husband comes home from work all neatly dressed in coat and tie, carrying his briefcase.

She takes one look at him and He looks at her with a big question mark on his face. She tells him, "You come home every evening and ask what I do all day. Well, today I didn’t do it and here it is!"

ILL.- One mother wrote this poem;

"Some may climb Mt Everest, in search of thrills galore,